Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.

All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Tubeway Army, Flash Fearless, Lungfish, The Doors, Heaven 17, The Fall, Gong, Pet Shop Boys, Althea and Donna, DeepChord presents Echospace, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Gories, Howard Jones, Goldenarms, Audionom, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Eli Mardock, World's Most, Skarface, Mark Hollis, Youth Brigade, Ossler, Dorothy Ashby, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Monolake, Heavy D & The Boyz, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The United States of America, Kenny Larkin, Quantec, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Barrington Levy, Unrelated Segments, Trumans Water, Mo-Dettes, Loose Ends, Cybotron, Isaac Hayes, Eden Ahbez, Jeff Mills, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Young Rascals, Altered Images, Jimmy McGriff, cv313, Cal Tjader, Scott Walker, the Soft Cell, Archie Shepp, Dark Day, The Cosmic Jokers, Jesper Dahlbäck, Grandmaster Flash, Idris Muhammad, Vainqueur, Alton Ellis, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Cowsills, Sällskapet, Pere Ubu, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)